Love is When... - Logince & Prinxiety

Chapter Three

Love is when they start to invade your mind, giving what used to be pointless items sentiment.

One of the worst, and also simultaneously the best, parts about having a crush is the drastic effects they have on your life. Specifically, the meaning of things.

It was Roman's turn to drive him and Logan home today, his red Mustang greatly contrasting Logan's blue BMW. They had a rotating driving schedule, courtesy of Logan, and Roman had Tuesdays and Fridays.

Roman stretched out his arms, shifting his backpack to his left shoulder as he walked across the school to the science and technology department where he knew he'd find Logan nose-deep in code. Eventually, he made it to the computer labs and sat down against the wall beside the door, sending out his Snapchat streaks while he sang quietly along to his Broadway music.

At long last, the door opened, though Roman didn't notice, so invested in his musical that he only looked up when a tall shadow was cast over him. His head jerked up and broke into a smile when he saw Logan's critical eyes staring down at him.

Tugging out an earbud, he smirked up at him. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Logan snorted, and Roman swore the floor dropped out from beneath him. "Get up, Reyburn, we both have got to go."

Grinning, Roman stood up and slung his backpack over one shoulder. "Later, nerds," he said, addressing the rest of the robotics club to which they let out a laugh, used to Roman's antics since he almost always picked up Logan from the club.

"Are you actually in a hurry to get home, Specs?" Roman asked casually as they walked.

Logan cast him a side glance, raising one eyebrow. "I suppose I have a few hours to spare before I am needed at home. Why?"

"Oh, nothing," Roman said, gesturing vaguely. Logan let out a sigh but said no more.

The pair made their way through the linoleum hallways down to the parking lot where Roman was very surprised to find that it was pouring with rain. Now, Roman Reyburn has always loved the rain. He loved the smell of it, the suspended, paused in time feeling of it. The slight chaos of it, when you never know if it will pass or if the skies will open above you, sending torrents of water upon your head. He especially loved the sound; the slight pitter-patter of rain on the ground, on the roofs, and on the trees. He loved sitting with earbuds in and music playing but still allowing the sound in while he watched raindrops chase each other down the window.

But now, as he and Logan darted across the wet tarmac to Roman's car, laughter bubbling up inside them in that free-flying space defying feeling of happiness, Roman found a new reason to love the rain. Because, when they finally climbed into Roman's car, breathless and nearly soaked through, Roman took one look at Logan, and the grin on his face grew wider.

With raindrops caught in his hair and spattering his glasses, Logan removed the frames to dry them, and for the first time, Roman finally got a glance at Logan's eyes, completely unobstructed. And he was starstruck. Honey mixed with chocolate mixed with something else Roman couldn't quite place created a galaxy before him. Logan then, much to Roman's dismay, put his glasses back on and huffed out a laugh, running a hand through his hair when he caught Roman staring.

"Is something wrong, Roman?" he asked, and whether a flirty tone was included or not, Roman couldn't tell.

Turning to face the wheel to avoid making eye contact, Roman shrugged. "You should wear contacts more often."

In the rearview mirror, Logan looked partially taken aback before smiling slightly and shifting his gaze to the road. "Maybe, I will."

Yes, Roman loved the rain for its sound and feeling, but now, he loved the rain for Logan who, by simply existing, had seemed to alter the meanings of everything previously meaningless.